ISLA
"Sorry." Isla grins from behind the safety of her drink, even if she very much isn't. "Going home alone," well, with her brother, but still, "is absolutely the right vibe, though. Makes you look mysterious and unavailable." And a bit cold and probably a workaholic, but she doesn't mention that aspect of being a strong woman who manages herself.
Besides, Flora is exclaiming her outrage to the beachfront, and it's with a soft flush to her cheeks that Isla tries to duck a little further under the umbrella, wondering how many drinks she can ideally sink before their food arrives. "Would you like an itemised list?" she asks with a dry smile, of what the hell is wrong with the Flood, before sadly shaking her head.
"The war leaves us all with scars," she murmurs. "I don't blame him for any of it, it's just..." She shrugs and takes a long, deep breath in. "It would be easier if he didn't look at me sometimes like I was the only person in the world, you know? It's been a long time since anyone looked at me that way."
Besides, Flora is exclaiming her outrage to the beachfront, and it's with a soft flush to her cheeks that Isla tries to duck a little further under the umbrella, wondering how many drinks she can ideally sink before their food arrives. "Would you like an itemised list?" she asks with a dry smile, of what the hell is wrong with the Flood, before sadly shaking her head.
"The war leaves us all with scars," she murmurs. "I don't blame him for any of it, it's just..." She shrugs and takes a long, deep breath in. "It would be easier if he didn't look at me sometimes like I was the only person in the world, you know? It's been a long time since anyone looked at me that way."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
